L07VG LANCE heard our old people discuss this, and many times they would send us over to Eagle Plume's camp to play and to keep them company. They would treat us like their own children and give us atten- tions which we would not receive even from our own parents. Like all great Indian hunters. Eagle Plume liked most to hunt alone. As we camped in the Northern Rockies that winter., he would go out by himself and remain for days. He would return heavily laden with the"pelts of otter, mink, black wolf, marten and lynx. It was well through the winter toward spring, and the snow was still very deep, when early one morning he set out on one of his periodic hunting trips into the wild country to the north of where we were camping. That evening as he was making his way down a mountain draw to a camp- site at its foot, a wolf came out of the bush and howled at him in the bitter white twilight. It was a big wolf, not a coyote, but one of the largest specimens of the huge black timber-wolf* With the true curiosity of the wolf, it watched Eagle Plume make camp, then it went quietly away. 'Go now, my brother/ said Eagle Plume. To- morrow I will follow you for that thick fur on your skin/ And so the next mornings running on his snow- 204.